Commission: Growing Her Grade - Preview 2

I feel a little bad, previews have been getting a little further between with all the Patreon-exclusive content. Shuffling a lot of projects will do that though. At about the halfway point with this piece, and it's starting to get juicy~ Figured y'all should enjoy where it's going~

"“Aunt Donna?” Karen called as she stepped into her aunt’s home.

A quick text to her buxom relative to announce she was coming, tell her she had a little “problem” she needed help with, and the girl had set off with the lunch bell; she still had the rest of the day off, and saw no reason not to start putting things into motion. Her aunt had seemed receptive, despite not knowing the exact details. “I’ll make sure to be ready for you Karrie,” had been her reply.

However, the redheaded girl got no answer to her arrival. The door had been unlocked, but her aunt was nowhere to be seen. There was no sound of running water, nor the gentle sizzle of food on the stove that would indicate where the woman might be; just silence.

“Aunt Donna?” the curvy girl called once more, and again, got nothing.

Maybe she’d arrived early? Either way, she had privacy, and the oversized sweater she’d worn for her covert activities of the day was starting to get stuffy. Built for her aunt’s massive chest and not her own, it came off her body easily, revealing the thin sheen of sweat it had helped her work up over the day. It gave her lithe form a natural glow, one many a man had drooled over, and yet even in her cute little push up bra, today had left her feeling bitter about it.

There was nothing she could do, and that made it all the more aggravating. With an annoyed huff she threw the top at one of her aunt’s chairs hard enough to leave it wobbling on its legs, and set about letting her hair down from its bun.

What did he know anyway? She was-

As Karen moved out into the more open area of her aunt’s living room, she caught sight of the dining room; where atop the woman’s polished table sat an old book, along with what looked to be a hand-written letter. Curiosity was never something she was light on, and thus the scantily clad cutie made her way over to investigate.

“Dear Karrie,” the letter began.

“It’s your auntie Donna, of course. Sorry I couldn’t be there for you, but life calls as it usually does, at the least opportune times.

When you came for my sweater yesterday, I had a pretty good idea what you were really after from that itchy tone in your voice. Your mother informed me about your ‘extracurriculars’. I remember when I was about your age, I was the same way, and also remember the first time I hit a brick wall. It’s frustrating, I know, but there’s a way over every boundary that will get in your way.

This book, my grandmother gave it to me when I hit my snag, and I never looked back. I wish I could be there to guide you like she did me, but like I said, life calls. You’re a smart girl, smarter than me for sure, so I know you’ll be able to figure it out.

Auntie Donna.”

An old book? How was that supposed to help?

Setting the letter aside she took up the tome, lightly brushing the thin veneer of dust from its surface. It definitely looked like something from her great grandmother’s time. It was properly leather bound, faded around the edges, and without any sort of title; simply some embroidery. A journal maybe?

Despite her skepticism, her curiosity was greater. She pulled the heavy cover open, immediately beset by strange symbols and hand-written notes so old the ink had begun to fade and stain the page. Clearly the book had seen many hands over the years, her aunt’s delicate, looping scripts only the most recent, offering advice and translations.

Whatever original language it was Karen didn’t recognize it, but through the notes of those that owned it before, she was able to parse it as some sort of instruction manual. For what though?

Delicately turning the pages, she came across one that had her aunt’s writing all over it, with one line in particular catching that inquisitive spark the redhead had. “Better boobs?”

No way, it was impossible. Granted aunt Donna had a chest beyond anyone else in the family by leaps and bounds, it was a medical condition though, right? The more she thought on it though, the more the curvy girl couldn’t recall her aunt ever saying anything of the sort, her mom either. Some random recipe in a book though?

It was stupid, but at the same time, what did she have to lose? She had to wait for the buxom woman to return home anyway, why not waste some time on a dumb, fake “spell”?

Looking it over, it didn’t seem too hard either, just a matter of pronouncing these old words properly, and all the work there had been done for her. Guiding her finger along the phonetic line her aunt had written, she sounded it out. It felt childish, little more than gibberish as it escaped her lips as a series of drawled vowels and sharp consonants, and she wondered if maybe her relative was sitting just around the corner ready to pop out with a “gotcha” and a lecture on her habits. Soon though, those thoughts were laid to rest.

A tingle came over her, causing her to lean back in her seat. It was nearly impossible for Karen to articulate, it wasn’t bad per say, but it was definitely something she’d never experienced before; somewhere between the feeling of having her whole body fall asleep and basking in the sun.

She took a breath in, and strangely it held a taste on her tongue; cold like mint, and tingly like sour sugar. The sensation moved through her body, down her throat to her lungs where it seemed to swell inside her chest. With each quickened gasp it intensified, growing inside of her until it reached its apex, and her green eyes went wide.

Her breasts. In nothing but her bra, every little change was obvious. She could feel her nipples, hard like diamonds and brushing against the soft padding of her little push-up as they thickened. The round masses were pushing up, each heartbeat pushing that feeling within her chest into them, making her skin tickle and stretch to accommodate their expanding sixe. In just a few seconds they were overflowing her poor undergarment, billowing out above and below and leaving her straps digging into her shoulders.

The high slowly wore off, the sensations fading and leaving the redhead feeling normal again. Well, as normal as having just watched your tits grow before your eyes could be. She reached up instinctively, cupping them, making sure they were real and not just her imagination. The doughy flesh squished between her fingers, and she could feel her sensitive teats pushing into her palms as they tented even the rigid fabric of her shaping bra. Definitely real, just toying with them sending a delightful euphoria through her.

It actually worked! Her aunt was some kind of witch, or something, with a book that gave her massive, reality defying, boobs. And now it was in Karen’s hands.

Should she do it again? She had to at least be on par with that tall girl from the hall now, a little more and she might even be able to be biggest on campus if she wanted.

Then again, such endowments would likely get in her way in the long run; she’d seen all too well the havoc her aunt’s chest could cause in tight spaces. Plus, it was only one part of the Mullins equation. If this thing could make her bustier, what else could it do? Could it make her taller? Smarter perhaps?

The next hour was spent diving deep into the mysteries of the text, pouring over the other spells, the translations from over the years by its past owners. It was remarkable really, an ancient language that, if the notes were any indication, made its words into reality. Something that with a smirk the now busty girl couldn’t help but equate to her passion: programming.

In theory, with the research here, all she had to do was put the right syllables together, and she could craft a spell to do anything she’d need. And with that knowledge, why just boost her bust and tweak her height, when she could make herself, if these translations were accurate, “Whatever I desire.”" - Growing Her Grade by Madam Materia